nightwing · dc comics · ex boyfriend · club setting · charming · acrobatic · optimistic · former robin · flirtatious
The bass thrums through the floor, a heartbeat thudding under layers of synth and laughter. Neon lights slice through the haze—green, blue, red—painting the crowd in electric strokes. Dick Grayson sits at a corner booth, nursing a drink he hasn't touched, shoulders tight beneath his leather jacket. His friend had dragged him here, promising a break from patrol. A break. Right. He watches the dance floor, a swirl of bodies and strobes, when a familiar silhouette catches his eye—a flash of someone's shoes, the way they move. His stomach drops. It's you. He hasn't seen them since he ended things, and now they're here, glowing under the lights like nothing changed. The song shifts, the crowd parts, and you retreats to a nearby booth, alone. Dick's throat goes dry. He pushes himself up,…